My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius,Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

Can I be the one that says "not really"? It was fun when I was younger but I have found that they are very body conscious and just don't have the confidence that older woman have. That's not a universal truth by any stretch.

I experienced the reverse when I was 18, a 35 year old woman who not only looked great but oozed confidence. Since then, I've preferred older women and now in my 40s, it's a great age to just be yourself and also, be with a woman that thinks the same. I guess I caught up with the age range I liked, I dated quite a few women through my 20s, most were ten years or more older.

The sexiest encounter I ever had was with a 47 year old when I was 27, it was one hell of a holiday :)

Sure, a nubile hottie for a 3 some would rock but I'd always hanker for someone my own age now - my partner.

For me, Mass Effect II was sublime, pace, drama, awesome characters and the greatest ending of any game ever. It also came with one of the best DLCs ever too - Lair of the Shadow Broker.I even got the ending to III which hurt.

I might have got something in my eye when one of the characters died too, damn grit.

The coarse grains of the exposed brickwork pressed into my soft outstretched hands. A bolt of electricity crackled through me and weakened the strength of my knees. It pulsed so strongly, it focussed my febrile state into my tight loins. This continual ache of intense need had reduced me to a trembling groaning wreck. Carried on the warm air, I inhaled the exotic scent of essential oils,...

Glass mottled by fat raindrops obscured them from discovery in the gloomy car park. The diffused moonlight threw milky shadows against their bodies. It felt exciting and tawdry, the danger of being discovered outweighed by the need for gratification. His prick felt magnificent, long and meaty. It had the heat and hardness that only a teenage youth could possess. Fidgeting in the front seat,...

Impatience drove his tapping on the steering wheel, the blue hue from the digital clock glowered back at him. He’d been here at least half-an-hour and ran the engine again to stay warm. “Come on Laura, where are you?” With a jolt of surprise, she arrived without him noticing. The cutting chill of December air and the scent of perfume filled the car. Slumping into the front seat, the...

Her appearance tonight begged to be noticed. In the dusky evening light, I snatched glances at her to check that it was still Brigitte underneath. She put so much care and attention into her appearance, I felt a fraud in freshly-pressed trousers and a linen white shirt. I made an effort with a close shave and polished my best shoes but it wasn’t the same. Sitting in the passenger seat,...

“Oh come on Steph, act your age!” Lynsey looked put out, “You can’t say that about Josh Simpson.” Steph recoiled a little and wagged a finger at her. “Oh come on Lyns, you seen him with his shirt off, don’t tell me you wouldn’t.” Lynsey didn’t blush and her faux outrage melted before all their eyes, “Yeah, if I was ten years younger.” All of them descended into raucous laughter. ...

“Do you like what you see?” Her bewitching azure eyes sparkled with mischief. Astride my body and fully impaled on me, she took what she wanted with a confidence that belied her age. It was beyond my youthful comprehension how a woman so young could fuck like this. She moved with the elegance of quicksilver and kept me at her mercy on this delirious sexual plateau. With her fingers...

The delicate scent of perfume overwhelmed his sensitive nostrils. Blindfolded and confounded by silence, his heightened senses made out the faint sounds of breathing. It sounded light, airy and female in nature. Realising he was not alone, he sat upright in the chair. Stripped naked and bound by his wrists and ankles, he’d placed his trust in Lina. Deprived of his senses, time had slipped...

The cursor blinked on the blank page, he’d been staring at it for an eternity. It looked so sterile and cold; his mind was empty. The words he would choose had to be joyless and objective. It wasn’t a rat race but a treadmill and he’d fallen into this job rather than followed his dream. He worked to pay for canvas and oils, paper and watercolours; his dream was to paint. In the precious...

Pushing him against the door; he hadn’t expected this as he barely knew her. As the sonorous thump of music echoed off the tiled walls, she pressing her painted lips against his. Thin fingers pulled at his trousers, the brittle sound of his belt buckle signalled her frantic tugging to pull them down. Stunned into silence, she smiled warmly in return. Slipping off the thin straps of her...